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Ye Yin spluttered juice all over the table.

Ye Hua was delighted. “Uncle Guo, what are you saying? My sister’s still so young.”

Bai Qing’s lips twitched slightly but he quickly returned to his original calm demeanor. If he’d been born a little later, after the apocalypse, the Oscar for Best Actor would surely have been his. At this moment, the serene expression on his face and the way he cradled An An looked both elegant and solemn. With just a slight lowering of his lashes and the smallest adjustment of his arms, he managed to withdraw his own radiance from the scene, turning himself into a perfect backdrop that set off the child in his arms. An An seemed to glow with a holy light, like a golden child descended from the heavens.

“This is the ace I mentioned earlier—the Witch.”

Having finished his introduction, Bai Qing did not elaborate further. He set An An gently on the ground and stepped back. The entire room held its breath, as if afraid that even the smallest exhale might disturb this extraordinary child.

“What did he just say?”

“I think he said the kid’s a witch… a sorceress?”

“But she’s not dressed for the part…”

“Isn’t this all superstitious nonsense? There’s no such thing as witches or ghosts.”

“Bull! With all those man-eating monsters outside, I stopped believing in science long ago.”

An An paid no heed to the stares or skeptical whispers, walking step by step toward the dumbstruck Madaha, who finally snapped out of it. Flustered, he raised his gun and pointed it a